The following morning brought a rare warmth to the air—gentle and golden, the kind that made even the ancient stone of the Blackwood Foundation seem to exhale. Isabella’s footsteps felt lighter as she made her way down the street, a small paper cup warming her fingers.
She’d taken a detour for coffee. Not something she did often.
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